Friday, August 28, 2009

All the Pretty Cougars


Subchapter: No Couture for Young Men
by: Cormac Mccarthy

A staunch heat rises off the blacktop as a group of adults, young by current standards, cross a busy street 182 miles inland from the Eastern Seaboard. A man, gauche by current standards, scans the area for sign of human trafficking but all he can see are metal cars and lazy stars and lemmings sprinting toward an inevitable decease. The August night is devoid of possibility, full of inevitability, fated to unfold like rewound origami. Branches relax over the cracks in the sidewalk and the aforementioned group ducks the foliage, quacking to each other the destination, as if the destination was chosen instead of prescribed. The decision tree: an eco-systemic dichotomy - the Porch or the Bassment.

The Porch features all that is required of it by law and land: flashing lights, a short line, air conditioning, a liquor license. The Bassment features a guarded door a thumping dance floor and is a covered picnic basket of mystery, to forever be filed away as a question mark because the ducks choose the Porch. Forget millionaires, forget billionaires, the Porch is a playground for Legionnaires, in two respects: those infected with the “ubiquitous aquatic bacteria” and those that are members of the American Legion. At the door, the bouncers bothered not with checking ID’s as the average age of the club’s proprietors syncs perfectly with the average temperature of coastal water near Los Angeles in December.


Before the group entered, patrons (not Patrón) had been scattered about the room, clumping together in pathetic cliques. The scene was full of paper cliché; so much so that it made an anorexic model wanting to try a new flavor of abusive French boyfriend look ingenious and cutting edge. Cutting-edge like the blade that parses cocaine and the razor that teases the wrist, like an LCD picture of Ockham and Maugham holding hands and writing bikes as Somersets.

Looking past the false teeth and the vacuous moans of the gathered cattle the man with the broken finger and the borrowed shirt steps to the twilit dance pasture. A few snapping fingers, and the beat is found, the pulse is cornered. A few cattle rattle their bells and turn toward the newcomer. The few that can read notice that his shirt is scribed with the following: “Kiss my Blarney Stone.” He falls back into the dark arms of his comrades, a cockroach falling from a sudden and unwelcome intruder. A shade slips forward, dancing between pink green and yellow ribbons of light, seeking out the fresh-faced wonder whose cheeks are beginning to take on ribbons of a color called “get me the hell out of here.”


The shade is strong, perhaps made so by years of rigorous pursuit of invitations never conceived, let alone received. The young man is pulled back into a DISCOrdant rainbow only to discover a severe lack of Trix up his sleeve; similarly, he wonders where all the pots o’ gold have sifted off to.

Exit Cormac: at this point, I have a 60-year-old dragon slurring fire down my neck and pulling me back toward its den. I made like a blade and planted roots as soon as I realized what was happening. It turned back toward me, failing in several attempts at articulation, and then pointed at one of her co-conspirators – a toad like creature decorated with a thoughtful pink bow. I gathered that this was the treasure which awaited my arrival. I backed up a step before it was on me, grabbing the Blarney Stone portion of my chest. I could hear gears forming words: out of respect for all that is elder, I paused to listen. I heard 5 key phrases/words that made my life want to end:

  1. Bachelorette
  2. Menopause
  3. Suck face
  4. I’ll be the best kisser you’ll ever meet
  5. You look like you’re my daughter’s age

9 comments:

  1. Every new post is a testament to your genius. "Forget millionaires, forget billionaires, the Porch is a playground for Legionnaires, in two respects: those infected with the “ubiquitous aquatic bacteria” and those that are members of the American Legion."

    LET US KNOW WHEN YOU'RE COMING TO ANN ARBOR.

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  2. Uuuummm, Wesley? North Carolina is starting to scare me! Let me apologize as an almost menopausal bachlorette with a daughter you age...so sorry!! Just run and don't look back if that ever happens again. Forget about respecting your elders!!!! I'm sure you got a great laugh but, YUCK!!! Hope all is well besides the near cougar attack. Are you settled into the other half of the townhouse yet?

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  3. Uuuummm, Wesley? North Carolina is starting to scare me! Let me apologize as an almost menopausal bachlorette with a daughter you age...so sorry!! Just run and don't look back if that ever happens again. Forget about respecting your elders!!!! I'm sure you got a great laugh but, YUCK!!! Hope all is well besides the near cougar attack. Are you settled into the other half of the townhouse yet?

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  4. Should I send to your Grandpa?--he'd like the American Legion part, but suspect he'd have a hard time following the story line. Maybe not?! Exit, stage left. Paw

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  5. bahahaha everytime i hear this story i laugh like there is no tomorrow.

    how i wish i could have been there - now i'm just waiting on the stars to align so i can come hang out with you guys again. :)

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  6. Did you learn a lesson there,chalk it up to entertainment for the evening.
    You have to pay for cheap drinking...

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